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The clock strikes midnight in New York, and Magnus yanks Alec down to him in an uncoordinated kiss- the result of both of their inebriated states of being after one... or two... or maybe ten too many drinks.
Around them, the city erupts in cheers, and Alec holds his husband close to him.
Just one year ago, this was beyond his wildest dream, and now he feels giddy with the elation of having everything he'd ever hoped for -and so much more- right here in his arms.
But then Magnus is pulling away just a little bit, enough that Alec is inclined to look down at him, the beginnings of a question on the tip of his tongue as he notes the mischievous look that Magnus gives him.
Before Alec can voice his curiosity, Magnus raises a hand and makes a swirling motion to the side of them; a portal swirls to life, and Alec stares at it.
"What's the point of having a Warlock husband if not to chase the New Year around the world?" Magnus asks, entirely innocent. Alec throws his head back on a laugh and allows himself to be pulled into the portal.
He has everything he has ever wanted, and so very much more.